Category: Short Stories

Image Curve is one of the best online short story publishers, taking a modern approach to sharing fiction over the internet.

We love reading well-written, unfiltered, contemporary fiction by creative people of all backgrounds. We love the classics and pay them a visit often, but we want to be on the cutting edge of current fiction. We want to observe, empathize and contemplate how our collective global society digests the world and then spits it out. Most importantly, without the filtering machine of agencies and publishers that only select marketable works.

We believe free thought is on the brink of extinction. It is up to us to save our creativity from rigidly structured rules – from pay-per-word arrangements that kill original ideas. We are centered around something else: people, stories, ideas, sentences, phrases, words, letters and sounds. We cherish their random flow through lives of families, friends, and utter strangers. We bind them into tales and share them with all of humanity.

We are an outlet for all. We believe ordinary people need fiction as much as water. Save literature. Save it from capitalism, communism, alcoholism and all the -isms that try to shape the written word into their own design. Free thought is not quite free in out mercantile times. Let us use this space to introduce freedom, to let literature flow freely, everywhere, to everyone. We strive to be the place where all varieties of writers can mingle – wearing a mask if they choose to. We are a blank sheet for all to express their ideas, without middlemen.

My Dearly Departed 0

My Dearly Departed

Fool me once.. shame on you The aroma of my bleach pine sol cocktail overtook me as I finally plopped down to watch my novellas after a long day of wor-.. housekeeping. Hair tied,...

Babylon 0


As I stood before the Tower of Babel, a chill ran down my spine, and an overwhelming sense of dread washed over me. Its colossal structure loomed over the city, an affront to the...

The Blaze 0

The Blaze

Amidst the obsidian expanse of the Caribbean, the HMS Blaze sailed through the 17th century, a towering colossus of wood and sail. Her bow sliced through the inky waters, leaving foamy tendrils in her...

The Rancher and the Child 0

The Rancher and the Child

1 Once again, Robert Kelley found himself at a crossroads with the state of things. The woman had just calmed enough to where she could breathe, with her husband patting her back, his face...

Epilogue 0


That’s how I encountered myself this morning. I’m sitting in a tree near my house, staring at the sunshine, listening to my favorite song.  The cars come and go, some of them going to...

The girl in the gown 0

The girl in the gown

It’s only a few paces behind me, whatever it was, I didn’t stop to check, I was to petrified at the eerie sound to see what had made it. Not like I want to...

Part 3 0

Worthy By Deed Alone: Part 3

His hand was held out to me steady and strong. A sword, his sword, rested across his palm. My eyes went from his to the sword and back again. It was then I noticed...

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Worthy By Deed Alone: Part 2

But fate has fickle plans for all men. Even though it had not been eight years since i had last spoken to my father. Four years in service, two at war, and two on...

Part 1 0

Worthy By Deed Alone: Part 1

My father taught me a lesson long ago. As he stood over my bruised and battered form after sword training one day. “Son,” he said to me, “men are not worthy of merit, honor,...


And we march on

Chapter one The day was dark and dreary. The field today felt gray as the sound of boots stomping hard into mud filled the surrounding silence. The rain filled every crevice in our clothes,...